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Page 46
"This is the way we Westerners ride!" exclaimed Daisy, as she sat
upright beside Bill, her hair streaming back from her forehead,
the light scarf she wore round her neck flapping back into Patty's
face.
"It's grand!" gasped Jack. "But I hope Big Bill knows what he's
about."
"You bet he does!" replied Bill himself, and they whizzed on.
Patty had never gone so fast. Though it was a warm night, the rush
of wind chilled her, and she shivered. Jack, seeing this, picked
up a lap-robe and wrapped it about her.
"Don't want to turn back yet, do you?" he asked.
"We must turn soon," Patty managed to reply, but Jack scarcely
heard the words.
The big moon was setting when Bill turned the car inland, and
shouting, "We're going to drive straight into that moon!" made a
mad dash toward it.
"Hurry up!" cried Patty. "Catch it before it drops below the
horizon. Speed her!"
CHAPTER XI
THE WORST STORM EVER!
Patty's gay words added the final spur to Farnsworth's enthusiasm,
and with a whoop of glee, he darted ahead faster than ever. Though
his manner and appearance gave the effect of recklessness, Big
Bill knew quite well what he was doing. He was a magnificent
driver, and however seemingly careless he might be, his whole mind
was alert and intent on his work. The road, hard and white,
glistened in the moonlight. Straight and clear, it seemed truly to
lead directly into the great yellow disk, now dropped almost low
enough to touch it.
"Whoopee!" shouted Bill. "This is some going! Sit tight, Daisy,
and hold on for all you're worth! Are you people in the back hall
all right?"
"Right we are!" returned Jack. "Are you going straight THROUGH the
moon?"
"Yep! If we catch her in time! Hallo, she's touched the earth!"
It was a great game. The road was so level and so free of
obstruction that they kept the centre, and seemed to be shooting,
at whistling speed, into that enormous yellow circle.
But, already, the horizon was swallowing up their goal. The
laughing quartette saw the circle of gold become a semi-circle,
then a mere arc, and soon only a glimpse of yellow remained, which
immediately vanished, and save for a faint reminiscent glow, the
western sky was dark.
"Where are your stars?" queried Farnsworth, gazing upward. "Nice
country, this! No stars, no moon, no nothin'!"
"The lamps give enough light," cried Daisy. "Don't slow down,
Bill! Go on, this flying is grand!"
"Come on in,--the flying's fine!" laughed Bill, and again they
went at highest speed.
But with the setting of the moon, Patty's spirit of adventure
calmed down.
"Oh, do let's turn back," she begged. "He doesn't hear me,--make
him hear, Jack."
"I say, Farnsworth," and Jack tapped the burly shoulder in front
of him, "we've gone far enough. Back to the old home, eh?"
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